THE SUNDAY ORE0OXIAX, POKTLAV, 31 AY 31, 1922
RIGHTEOUSNESS, JUSTICE MORE ACCEPTABLE THAN SACRIFICE
True Religion Requires Fulfillment of Christian Principles Every Day in Week Lifting of Mankind to Higher Plane by New Spirit Declared by Pastor to Be Key to Period of Great Progress in History of World.
BY REV. EDWARD CONSTANT,
Pastor of th Highland Congregational
Church.
To .do rlghteousneess and justice is more
acceptable to Jehovah than sacrifice.
Proverbs xxl:3.
IN SOME parts of the Old Testament
religion and ritual are so closely
allied that one seems to be In
separable from the other. Ceremo
nialism and priestly, functions stand
out with great prominence. Much
space is taken up in some of those
ancient writings with mere technical
ities. The zeal of the religionist was
sometimes marked with close atten
tion to the details of his ritual. So
Apparent was this In some instances
that It looked as if the externals of
religion were essential things In the
ervice of God, When such was the
case the avenues of spiritual life were
clogged and what was designed as an
aid to the soul became an impediment.
A false view was thus given to life
and the atmosphere of religion became
dull and murky.
The idea of sacrifice loomed up
large In all ancient religions By that
means men, groping their way
through superstition, sought to get
square with the gods. They knerw no
ether way of approach. Favor was
bought. Religion was a species of
bribery. The ruffled pride of an
offended deity was soothed by the
offering of treasures or the presenta
tion of life on an altar. Mostly It
was animal life, but sometimes human
life, which was offered. Men were
anxious to have the unseen powers
on their side, and so they coveted
the aid and protection of those pow
ers. They stood in continual dread
of the thunderbolt of divine wrath.
The savage could have no other than
a savage Idea of God, and when man
was a, brute his God was also a brute.
Blessings Are Sought.
In those early days it was felt that
something must be done to appease
the anger of the gods or Insure their
Zhe Idol of Paris, by Sarah Bernhardt.
Translated from the French by Mary
Tongue, The Maoaulay Co., New York
elty.
Fashioned in the romantic style of
the French novels of the laBt century,
this novel of France, Balglum, the
theater and love, and also a duel in
Which one lover is killed with a
word thrust is of uncommon but not
great interest, bearing as it does the
name of Sarah Bernhardt, the dis
tinguished French actress, and Its
author.
On the paper Jacket enclosing this
novel, is this printed statement from
the publishers: "Make what you will
of this," she says. "My life? (a shrug
of the shoulders, so characteristic of
her) ... it is for you to say."
There have been instances in lit
erature where famous people who
were not known to possess any lit
erary ability, have sudd'eny appeared
as poets and novelistso the wonder
and delight of those who admired
them. In some instances. It was dis
covered afterward, the real authors
of these books were private secre
taries of the great ones men and
women willing and able to allow
their employers to shine in reflected
light.
It may be that Madame Bernhardt
has in this novel reflected portions of
her own tempestuous stage life. Ru
mor says that in the middle nineties,
she was the adored one of several
passionate lovers who willingly en
gaged in French duels, in which, un
lucky ones got scratched, to win her
favor, andi her smiles.
The heroine of "The Idol og Paris"
Is Mademoiselle Esperance Darbois,
aotress, who sought entrance as a
student at the Paris conservatoire by
.hnnQ;nv nhnractAr for stairs dec
lamation, that of Clytemnestra la
"Iphygenia." (p. SO), and who after
wards won first prize for tragedy
and first prize for comedy, (pp. 133
134.). ,
Now in real life, Bernhardt, & Jew
ess, of French and Dutch parentage,
who was born in Paris In the year
1844, entered the Paris conservatoire
in 1858, and won the second prize
for tragedy and comedy, and in 1862
made heir debut in the eame Racine's
"Iphlgente." Bernhardt's latex and
big successes, historians say, were
won as Dona Sol In Victor Hugo-
"Hernani," and in Sardou's "Fedora,"
and "Tosea." Bernhardt and Sardoa
were for yeaTS associated together
artistically.
"The Idol of Paris," is witty, brght,
and rich in dramatlo qual'ties, and
its people move about with marvel
lous quickness. The action of the
novel is rapid, and there Is not one
Cull page In the 320 of the novel.
Mademoiselle Esperance Darbois Is
first Introduced to us when she is
IB yeaTS old, the only child of her
parentsi, Francois Darbois, a Frineh
philosopher of distinction, and his
wife, Madame Darbois "a charra'ng
gentle little creature, without any
pretensions." Philippe Ronaud, a
brother of Madam Darbois, is a bus
iness man. and a simple soul. His
on Maurice Renaud, is 22 years old
and a painter. A distant cousin 'a
Adhemar Mdydleux, is family coun
sellor, a tyrannical landlord, a self
centered bachelor, and godfather of
Esperance.
TTura la a wnrd-rjieture of 15-year-
old Esoexance Darbois. who must
have been a beauty: "She was tall
and slim, without being angular. The
inT ..aA .nwnAfl this lp,nder
stem was exquisitely fair, with the
fairness of a- little child, soft pals
gold, fair. Her face had, indeed, no
strictly sculptural beauty; her long,
fiax-colored eyes were not large: her
nose had no special character; only
her sensitive and clear-cut nostrils
gave the pretty face its suggestion
of ancient lineage. Her mouth was
a little large, and her full, red lips
opened on singularly white teeth as
even as almonds; whie a low, Grecian
forehead and a neck graceful In every
curve gave Esperance a total effect
of aristocratic distinction that no
one could deny. Her low, vibrant
voice produced an impression that
""as almost physical on those who
introduced into every word she spoke
several inflections which made her
manner of pronunciation peculiarly
For several pages Esperance hints
to ner parents tnat. sne is aDout to
enter some career, but it Is difficult
On page 18, Esperance finds that her
parents oppose ner. one taints, so
that she will get her own way. which
Is, that she will get their permission
to be an actress. When the desired
permission is given, she "went sud
denly pink," and said: "Oh, I thank
you. How I love you both. Ttank
vnn
At the entrance examination at the
conservatoire. the Darbois party
meets Victorian Sardou, the dram
atist, who takes a great fancy to
Esperance. She is acclaimed at once
as a laitfnieoi acLi, one wno pos
sesses "the voice, the smile, the dis
tinction, the manner, the rythm" of
an artist. She also is a great pianist.
In fact, Esperance b drawn as a
blessings. Men desired success in
battle, deliverance from the place,
and hoped their flocks and. crops
might be preserved in the havoc of
the storm or that their cargoes of
grain and merchandise might reach
port in safety. At once they thought
of the temple and altar and consulted
the oracles. The aid of the priest was
secured, gifts were made, animals
were slain, wine was poured out, li
cense ascended, lights burned and
men shouted and gesticulated to ob
tain the favors of the gods. By
means like these they imagined the
fury of the sprites might be averted
and the gods pleased by the things
carried to the temple. Righteousness
or justice was not taken Into account.
That was paganism, or man's first
and crude idea of deity. In more than
one sense man was then living in the
wilds. It was the gloaming of the
early morning hour, when objects
could not be clearly discerned. ,
Now, the religion of the Old Testa
ment was an advance. It grew In
clarity and purity, became more spir
itual and rational with the passage of
the years. As time went on the He
brew idea of God grew more exalted.
At first Jehovah was nothing more
than a tribal God, but was deemed
superior to all the other tribal gods.
He was represented as mighty and
terrible, a being who was jealous of
his power and honor, from whose
presence came the devouring fire. Old
traditions lingered with this people
and it was not easy for the pagan
Ideas to be shaken off.
Ideas of God Develop.
But as the Hebrew people developed
their Idea of God developed also. Be
idg a growing people, they had a
growing God. Hence they finally ar
rived at the highest conception! of
God. To them he became holy, truth
ful, demanding reverence and sin
cerity In his worship. Men, must serve
him with "clean hands and a pure
heart." He could not be bribedv de
ceived by costly gifts or blinded by
the smoke of sacrif'cial fires. The
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BvIoBEFH HaCQUEEN.
highly improbable, unreal character.
She does not belong to real life, but
to highly-colored French fiction.
When strong men first see Esper
ance, many of them turn pale with
amotion, and a few of them faint.
Remarkable. Of course, Esperance
makes good as an actress, and a
great stage career apparently Is her
destiny. When Esperance acts be
fore King Leopold of Belgium and
the Queen of the Belgians, she re
ceives from them as faint expressions
of their admiration, gifts of jewels.
Two chief lovers appear who w'sh
to gain Esperance: Count Albert Sty
vens, of Belgium, andi Duke de Mor
lay La Branche, a Frenchman. Both
lovers are rich and. aristocratic.
Esperance secretly loves the duke,
but does not tell him so, as she al
ready Is engaged to marry her more
tempestuous lover, Count Albert, a
man she loathes. The Darbois family
accepts the count a3 Esperance's fu
ture husband.
Albert discovers that his affianced
loves the duke and when the twi
rivals meet, Albert arranges matters
so that a duel with swords is ar
ranged. In this duel, Albert is ser
iously injured.
The love affair is pictured at fever
heat.
Oar Elelen Billion Dollars: Europe's Debt
to me united btates, Dy Kobert Mount
sier. Thomas Seltzer, New York city.
It is only after a quiet, searching
reading that one can grasp mentally
what this learned book teaches.
It's text Is dollars. It shows that 17
European governments owe this coun
try upwards of Tll,000,000,OO0, and
that some American congressmen ex
peot Europe to pay us this money in
WW-,fy$.l
Madame Sarah Bernhardt, author of
"The Idol of Paris," a novel of the
French theater.
25 years. But it is pointed out if this
debt were paid In gold to the United
States, it would spell ruin for us and
even if the money were paid to us in
commodities. In the latter case our
author argues, our markets would be
glutted, and millions of workmen
thrown out of employment.
What, then, is the answer? Our
author shows that the better plan
would be to absorb the interest on the
debt and to invest it abroad, even if.
certain European governments are not
actually solvent. To .advise but not
settle econmic matters connected
with this debt, it is advised that a
world's economic congress ought soon
to be held in Washington, D. C.
Creative Music for Children, by Satis N.
Coleman. Illustrated. - G. P. Putnam's
Sons, New York city.
A thoughtful and Instructive book
in musical pedagogy, with numerous
pictures to show the author's mean
ing. .
Mrs. Coleman is a musical pioneer
and In this department she shows
remarkable talent. She realized at
the beginning of her educative work
among young children that many of
the latter disliked the ordinary les
sons in music, had no idea of
rhythm, and could not be trusted to
be on hand at music-lesson time.
The thought struck her: why could
the children not make their own mu
sical instruments? Her experiments
were carried out with children from
5 to 9 years of age. The children al)
liked to beat drums, and one child
made a kettledrum from a chopping
bowl and another from a coconut
shell. Effective barrel drums were
made from birch bark and kegs
Other drums were . made from
stretched aviators' linen, coated with
shellac. A spice box and sleigh bells
formed the basis for a tambourine,
and pipes of pan were made from the
plant called the Japanese fleece
Jewish priest was placed on a higher
platform and made the mediator be
tween man In his penitence and God
in his purity. His office was expres
sive of prayer, hope and promise. As
man aspired light broke out in his
soul. He found that "to do righteous
ness and justice is more acceptable to
Jehovah than sacrifice." Mercy
counted for more than temple rites.
There was a danger, however. In
those Old Testament days that men
might mistake the shadow for the
substance and place a fictitious value
upon external things. The prophets
were continually warning them
against that. They were liable to re
strict religion to particular days and
places, to localize the Almighty and
set limitations upon the operations
of his spirit. Method and plan were
apt to claim too large a share of
attention. Too great a dgeree of sanc
tity would in some instances be at
tached to the place of the shrine. The
more profuse the display of sacrifi
cial rites the less would there te of
sincerity. Men would satisfy them
selves with the semblance of good
cess The idea would prevail that in
a certain round of ceremonies man
had discharged his obligations and
that he was all right with God. He
had paid the price and made the
atonement. Carrying costly gifts to
a shrine, however, did not guarantee
unity between God and the Individual.
By such a process religion was de
based. It was made a sapless thing
or burned-out force. It might be a
piece of splendid mechanism, but that
was all. The language was' not that
of faith end hope, but the echoes of
a dead past, expressions void of color
and vitality.
Prophet Hakes Advent
This is where the work of the
prophet came in. He possessed) clear
ness of vision and had no hesitation
In reproving people and denouncing
falsity. The lesson had to be learned
that worship means paying homage
to one who Is worthy and that "the
flower. Water in. glasses, When
struck, give forth different sounds,
and this led the children on easy
trails of investigation. A paper
drinking straw from a drugstore,
made a good hautboy, the ancestor of
the modern oboe.
A primitive clarinet was made from
a wheat straw. The petunia blossom
oboe was made by removing the
"pistil" from the flower, putting two
pinholes in the side of the tube and
by blowing through it, to get three
note melodies. Children made a
miramba by using pieces of wood
which differed in tone, quality and
pitch. "
Child students now were able to
sing songs that involved the peuta
tonio scale, often called the Chinese
scale.
The book also contains musical ex
ercises that show the kind of notes
and music that cam be played. These
child-students must have had in
spirational recitals.
- One of the musical books of the
season,
Meditations on Our Blessed Lady, by Very
Rev. J. Guibert O'Donovan Brothers.
Baltimore, Md.
Filled with religious consolation of
the spirit, this little book of 158
pages contains the last words of a
priest now dead, meditations on the
blessed virgin for every day of the
month of May.
It is stated" in the preface that
pinned to his bed by sickness, but
brave in Bpite of pain, Father Guibert
decided that he would consecrate to
the last all his strength and energy
to the service of God and the sancti
fication of souls So he chose this
form of service. When morning came
he was ready to dictate to his sec
retary. The prayers are of comforting,
spiritual nature and of especial inter
est for the church people and others
indicated by the author.
The Story of the Irish Nation, by Francis
Hockett. The Century Co., New York
City.
It is stated that Mr. Hackett has
spent 15 years investigating the
sources of Irish history, in order to
find materials for this book.
"The Story of the Irish Nation" is
strong, sympathetic and Celtic and
THE MARRIED LIFE OF HELEN AND WARREN
RIDDLE OP SHARE QUOTATION IN LETTER BUNGLED
BY MABEL HERBERT URNER.
ET loneT distance on the phone
- I x quick as you can," Warren
kicked off his overshoes and
Jammed his umbrella in the rack.
"Oh, that's wet I'll put it in the
bathtub r Long distance? Dear, don't
start telephoning now. Won't after
dinner do? She has everything ready."
"She'll have to wait You get long
distance," he strode in to wash up.
"Anna, don't put dinner on just
yet," instructed Helen from the pan
try door. "Mr. Curtis Isn't quite
ready."
Not waiting to hear the girl's mut
tered complaint Helen ran in to the
library phone.
She had Just succeeded in getting
long distance when Warren emerged'
from the bathroom.
"Hello!" he took the receiver from
her. "I want to talk to Philadelphia,
A. L. Andrews at the Hotel Bellevue.
Operator, rush this through, will
you?"
"Now can she put the dinner on?"
worried Helen. "It , may be half an
hour before they get Philadelphia."
"Never mind about dinner," scowl
ing over a letter he had taken from
his pocket "Got to get this straight
or I'll be in a devil of a hole."
So rarely did Warren consider any
thing more important than food that
she read the letter over his shoulder
with anxious concern.
Dear Curtis: I am off to Philadelphia
on the 10:00. Crowley sails tomorrow.
He will be in to see you today. Try to
buy those 200 shares of K. ft L Offer
him "6. He la a pretty slick proposition
hard to do business with, but he wanti
to sell before he salds. Yours, etc.
EH A L. ANDREWS.
..
"See what that fool stenographer
did!" Warren pointed to the quote
before the six. "Struck the wrong
key. How in blazes am I to know
what to offer?"
"Oh!" looking closer at the typo
graphical error she had failed to no
tice. "The blamed , stock's not listed!
Haven't the ghost of an idea what it's
worth."
"Must you know tonight?"
"Crowley's coming here at 8. Been
stalling him off all . day trying to
get Andrews on the phone. Called
the Bellevu twice from tne office."
"Yes, you can put dinner on now,"
to a querulous inquiry from Anna.
Then as she flounced out "Dear, we
can't keep her waiting any longer."
"Huh, who runs this house anyway
that remaie or you? Act like you re
afraid of her half the time."
"Well, you know how hard it is to
get any one. She's disagreeable but
she does do the work. Come, dear.
sacrifices of God are a broken spirit."
The rending of garments was without
significance unless the spirit of con
trition was there. Otherwise it was
attempting to thrive upon husks or
vitalize a mummy by ncniy-uecoratcu
attire. In the quaint language of
George Herbert, that would be "brave
glory puffing by in silks that whis
tle." It was vain to keep Sabbaths
and celebrate feasts or ascribe holi-r-ees
to the Lord with uncleani lives.
No priesthood, however historic or
of high descent, no matter how gor
geous Its robes, could be a substitute
for sincerity of heart. Religion was
not a manufactured article.' Men
could not delegate responsibility,
neither could they serve God by
proxy. A sacrificial offering was no
excuse for unfaithfulness or dis
obedience. "
Still there were those who, like
Saul, had the audacity to attempt to
put aside the divine commands upon
the pretense of making sacrifice.
They deluded themselves by thinking
they could escape the call of duty
by trickery and subterfuge. Their
faces wore the mask of truth while
in their hearts was the spirit of the
liar. Vain was the attempt to hide
deceit by a cover of smoke from in
cense and the altar. The all-seeing
one was not to be deceived by a
mere smoke screen. God knew the
shallow hearts of all such. Tricks
of men might go elsewhere, but not
with him. The world was slow In
learning that God abominated sin and
that the wicked could not stand In his
presence except they stood before
him in confession and penitence, and
that they would discover the opening
of a new and better way.
Christianity Lifts lien.
Christianity has lifted tis to a high
plane of thinking and shown us that
religion is far more than forms or a
set of rules and regulations. The
main spring of life is the spirit
within. Religion does not mean for
us exactly what it did prior to the
days of Jesus. He emphasized the
spirit Others had exalted the let
nationalistic in its teachings from
the mists of Gaelic Ireland when the
Flrbolgs, or "men of the bogs," ar
rived from Greece and made one of
the powerful early races of Ireland,
down to the free Irish state of the
present day.
It is thought that the Celts or Gaels
came overseas from southeast of the
Baltic to Ireland, and setled there,
subjecting the Flrbolgs, about 350
B. C.
Striking and able chapters of mod
ern Irish history are those on the
land war; coming of the Sinn Fein;
the Irish republic; Irish free state;
Griffith and De Valera.
The author desires a free Ireland,
pleads for unity of action by all
Irishmen and is sure that Irishmen
will be judged by their charity, tol
erance and divination.
It Can Be Done, collected by Joseph Mor
rts and St. Clair Adams. George Sully
& Co., New Tork City.
About 250 of the world's best poems
on good cheer, high resolve, determi
nation and the spirit of never-say-die.
The authors chosen are world
famous, of many countries, and espe
cially of our own United States. It is
a pleasure to know that this collec
tion includes the poem "Invictus," by
William Ernest Henley, a comforting
poem that has made many a broken
man whole.
The book will make an attractive
present for both young and aged men.
The Yellow Poppy, by D. K. Broster. Rob
ert M. McBrlde & Co., New York city.
All who delight in historical ro
mance and in the spirit of great
sentimental novels of the past, will
like this one. It opens In the year
1799 in Brittany, France, and features
principally the adventures of the
Marquis de Kersaint leader of an
army of Chouans and other rebels,
who fight the directorate to bring
back royalty and incidentally lost
treasure.
Amateur Radio, by Maurice J. Grainger.
The J&mes A. McCann Co., New York
city.
Paper covers, and In 158 pages,
this valuable and easily understood
book tells the "how and why of
wireless, with complete instructions
on operation of receiving outfits, and
By MABEL HERBERT liRAER.
they'll call soon as they get Phila
delphia." They were hardly settled at the
table when the telephone rang.
"Now your soup'll get cold," anx
ioused Helen as he threw down his
napkin.
But in a few moments Warren
stalked fumingly back.
"Rotten luck! Hasn't come in yet!
That means he's dining out"
"Couldn't you see this man in the
morning? What time does he sail?"
Ten o clock. He's coming here to
night mad as a hornet because he
couldn't see me today. Jove, I'd like
to wring that stenographer's neck!"
"Dear, I've an idea!" insplrationally.
"On the typewriter isn't the quote on
the same key with a figure? What
figure is It do you remember?"
"Eh? What's that got to do with
it?" savagely gouging into the butter.
"Why, whatever figure's oa the keyi
with that quote that s the one Bhe
should've struck. Let's get down that
old typewriter in the hall closet."
"What're you trying to dope out?
Some Hawkshaw stuff? I'll have to
turn Crowley down. Can't buy that
blooming stock if I don't know what
to offer. Andrew'll be sore been
after it for months. Here, what're
you up to?"
Ignoring his scoffing comments,
Helen started from the table and flew
out to the hall closet Dragging in a
chair, she climbed up to the second
shelf, where reposed an old typewriter
that Warren had sent up from the
office.
Taking off the dusty oil-cloth cover,
eagerly she scanned the keyboard. On
the key with, the quotation mark was
the figure "i."
"Dear, it's a '2," she called exult
antly. "Twenty-six! That's what he
offers! Twenty-Bix."
"Oh, it is?" he grunted. "Think I'm
going to risk several thousand on
your fool guess work?"
"Come lift it down it's too heavy
for me. You'll see how easy it is to
write that 'quote' instead of the '1.'"
The typewriter on the hall table,
Helen eagerly demonstrated her the
ory, while Warren looked on deris
ively unconvinced.
"Can't prove anything by that All
right for a detective story, but it's too
risky when you're handling real coin."
"But dear, wouldn't that be a safe
offer to make? If it's two figures, it
couldn't be much less than 26 noth
ing but 16."
"Yes, that's so," ! admitted Warren
grudgingly.
"And it couldn't be 16 because the
L' is used for the '1' and that's way
down here. Dear, it was meant for
a '2.' I'm sure of it!"
"Well, I'm not! Come on and eat
your dinner! Crowley's a pretty slick
ter, which tended to make men
blind literalists. The world has
grown under the influence of the
teaching of Christ. It has been
slowly coming up from the vale of
superstition. We are learning to
separate the chaff from the wheat
and are distinguishing between the
essential and the non-essential. Jesus
gives a new outlook upon the world
and man has obtained a view of what
it means to be in relationship with
God. We have been taught by Jesus
to stand erect and value manhood as
the noblest thing on earth. Why
should man crouch like an abject be
ing in the presence of an infuriated
God?
The perfect love of Jesus casts out
fear. The power ofthe new affec
tion generated in the heart expels
the gloom of the old life. Christian
knowledge makes It clear1 that God
loves us for own sake, not for what
we have done or promised to do or
because of what some one else has
done. There is a spontaneity in the
love of God which flows out to us
in an eternal stream. It Is not a
matter of bargaining. It is natural
for God to be Interested In us and
love us. How can it be otherwise if
he is the father of humanity? His
favor is not something obtained by
coaxing. He gives himself.- His at
titude has always been the same.
It is a false idea which puts a re
striction upon God's grace. That is
free and boundless. Whoever seeks
to limit it is unjust to God. Yet
there have been those who sought to
measure infinite grace by their own
little minds. The man with the true
heart beat says,
"I dare not fix with mete and bound
The love and power of God."
Days of Slaughter Recalled.
Religious practices of ancient days
look like cajolery. They were en
deavors to purchase the good will of
God. It was the baby mind of the
world seeking to ffnd a way to God.
is meant principally for the amateur
owner of a radiophone receiver who
knows little as to the working of
the Instruments mentioned. The au
thor Is a radio expert, and was form
erly with the Westlnghouse Electric
& Manufacturing company, and with
the United States navy. He says he
warns away all "old timers" of radio
and addresses himself to learners.
Wild Polk, by Samuel Scovllle Jr. Illus
trated. The Atlantis Monthly Press,
Boston.
Animal stories of attractive, fresh
Interest. Mr. Scovllle is a skillful
interpreter of the outdoor lives of
ground animals and birds. In this
handsome looking book of 184 pages
he writes of coons, bears, skunks,
plovers, chipmunks, ducks, a black
cat the masked shrew, sea otters, etc.
The. lady In Bine, by Augusta Groner.
Duffield & Co., New Tork city.
Lurid and dramatic in details, this
is a murder mystery story, reflecting
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BY STENOGRAPHER SOLVED
bird, but Til try to feel him out get
him to make the figure."
Again at the table Warren cut short
her arguments and finished his meal
In forbidding silence.
Afterwards in the library he scowl
lngly paced up and down, his hands
in his trouser pockets, until the door
bell rang.
"That must .be him now," Out-"
tered Helen. "Dear, I know twenty
six is right!"
"Now none of your butting in!"
sternly.
"No, no, of course not I'H not say
a word," settling down with a maga
zine as Anna ushered in Mr. Crowley.
"You're a mighty hard! man to see,
Curtis," abruptly, after the prelim
inary greetings. "I was at your of
fice twice today. I'm sailing In the
morning."
"So I understand. Sorry you had to
come up this evening, but I couldn't
arrange it any other way."
"Thanks," taking the cigar Warren
profenred. Well, how about that R.
& L. stock? Andrew's secretary wrote
me to see you before I sailed."
"Yes, he left word with me about
it. He isn't very keen, but he's will
ing to take it at a price. What'd
you want for it?"
"I'd rather the offer cams from
you," shrewdly."
"Well, frankly. I don't advise my
clients to buy unlisted stocks. But if
you care to make a low figure "
"What do you call a low figure?"
A moment's silence. Warren was
creasing & blotter on the desk.
"We won't give a cent over twenty
six," abruptly pushing back the blot
ter. With held breath Helen stared un
seelngly at the page before her. -
"Twenty-six! Curtis, you're crazy!
I refused thirty a month ago."
"Sorry," shrugged Warren. "Then
Tm afraid we can't do business."
"Why, they've Just spent fifty
thousand improving the plant In
another year that stock'll be up to
forty."
"Well, you have my offer twenty
six," grimly. "Take it or leave it."
"Split the difference and call it
twn.ty-eght!"
It was full 15 minutes before Mr.
Crowley finally yielded.
"All right then twenty-six. If I
wasn't sailing, I'd see you in Hades
before, you'd get it for that" then
sharply, "that's cash, you under
stand." "Cash," agreed Warren. "Got the
securities with, you? I'll give you a
receipt right now, andi a check for
five hundred. Th rest of the money
we'll cable you in London by the time
you land."
The transaction finally completed,
Mr. Crowley rose abruptly.
It belonged to the primary experi
ence of the race. In those early
days men found their approach to
God through blood and smoke. The
expiring groans of sheep and bulls
were supposed to manifest the con
trition of the human heart. The for
feited life was to appease wrath.
The slaughter gave satisfaction.
A better way has been opened for
us. Loving reverence now takes the
place of abject fear. The age of
material altars with their sacrificial
smoke has passed and we are under
the new regime, the mediator or in
terpreter of which is Jesus, the ever
abiding high priest of men.
Let us not imagine, however, that
the sacrificial idea has been elimi
nated from Christianity. That idea
must ever lie at the base of religion.
Our larger hopes, our higher faith
and whatever is of worth in modern
life, have all been born in the hour
of sacrifice. Physical life is the
child of sacrifice. The church is the
product of sacrifice and so is the
American nation. Our political
rights and human freedom were
brought by sacrifice. The inventor,
the discoverer, the reformer, all the
great leaders in the search for truth,
have had to walk the path of sac
rifice. There was no other way for
them. The way of holiness, the way
of salvation, opened by Jesus was
made in pain, suffering and the
abandonment of self. He became the
supreme sacrifice. He lit a flame on
the altar of service which never will
be extinguished. The offering' he
made was the purest of all. It was
the perfected life, "without spot or
blemish." It was life voluntarily sur
rendered and hence of the highest
value. It was no mechanical, spec
tacular affair, prearranged for ex
hibition or effect His word was "I
lay down my life." Not one act in
the Saviour's life, however sublime,
but all the service he rendered for
mankind was born of devotion and
BY JEANNETTE KENNEDY.
Assistant in the Circulation Department
Public Library.
SOME of the comments made in
Anton Chekov's now famous note
book are interesting:
"The university brings out all abili
ties. Including stupidity."
"Simple people, suffer from moth-1
ers-in-law; intellectuals from daughters-in-law."
"A storm at sea. Lawyers ought to
regard it as a crime."
"Ordinary hypocrites pretend to be
doves; political and literary hypo
crites pretend to be eagles."
"From her face one would imagine
that under her stays she had got
gills."
Maxim Gorky says of Anton Chekov
In "Reminiscences of Anton Chekov,"
by three men who knew him well,
Maxim Gorky, Alexander Kuprin and
I. A. Bunin, "I think that in Anton
Chekov's presence everyone involun
tarily felt in himself a desire to be
simpler, more beautiful, more one's
self; I often saw people cast off the
motley finery of bookish phrases,
smart vords, and all the other cheap
tricks with which a Russian, wishing
to figure as a European, adorns him
self, like a savage, with shells and
fishes' teetn;
Good writing does not necessarily
make good drama, is a conclusion
fostered by Theodore Dreiser's "The
Hand of the Potter," produced in New
York by the Provlncetown Players.
The acting has been reported as ade
quate, but "The Hand of the Potter"
Is a study in degeneracy which fre
quently approaches) melodrama in the
stage production. As one critic says,
"The play as a whole is simply an
other of those soul-deadening studies
of twisted and crushed spirits."
The editorial on Nick Carter in the
Literary Review of the New York
Evening Post contained one very
broadmlnded statement regarding the
writer's attitude toward current nov
els. "We yield to none' in our ad-
IN WAY THAT SAVES $2000
"Well, I must get along" I've a lot
to do yet"
"Always plenty to do the night be
fore you sail," Warren followed him
to the door, i
The moment they were out of the
room, Helen sprang up In joyous re
action from her enforced restraint
"You got it!" darting at Warren as
he came back from the hall. "I knew
that was the figure! Of course he'd
try to get more."
"He squealed hard but he's pretty
slippery. I won't feel easy until I
hear from Andrews."
"Maybe that's him now!" thrilled
Helen as the telephone rang.
"Hello," Warren was at the Instru
ment. , "Philadelphia? Yes, thafs
right Hello, that you Andrews? , .
Been trying to get you all day . . .
That fool stenographer of yours
bawled up your letter. I couldn't
make out your figure on the stock
. . . What's that?"
Helen waited breathlessly.
"Thirty-six?" amazed) Warren. "I
got it for twenty-sixi Ha. Ha! Thafs
a good Joke. Crowleyd be wild if he
knew. Now we're even with him for
trimming us on that Wagner deal.
. . . HoWdt I have the nerve to of
fer twenty-six? Tell you that when
I see you. . . . Yes, lfs closed)
got the stock right here. We're to
cable the money. . . . All right, see
you Monday."
Slammintr up the receiver, he turn
ed to Helen, who was fairly danc
ing about. "Now you needn't gat lit
up! Your Sherlocko stuff was pretty
bum."
"But you got It for W points less
than he offered!" ecastatlcally. "Now
say I'm not a good financier."
"You're rotten," with a chuckle.
"Your dope about those keys was
dead wrong. That stenographer not
only made the wrong shift but she
hit the wrong key. You can't make
any deductions from what these
brainless flappers do."
"But you got it for less 10 points
less!" exulted Helen. "How much did
you save?"
"Two thousand) bucks," he admitted
reluctantly. "But if it'd been sixteen
we'd have been stung for that
much."
"But it wasn't it wasn't!" Jubi
lantly, waltzing around him. "I really
saved Mr. Andrews two thousand! dol
lars!" "Huh, you happened to hit it off this
timei just dumb luck. Needn't think
you can always horn in. You're too
darned brilliant to be safe," caus
tically. "If I followed your hunches
we'd land in the bread line!"
(Copyright 1922, by Mabel Herbert
Harper.)
Next week Helen's Reckless Subterfuge.
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was indicative of the spirit of conse
cration. His life was one of self
renunciation and reconciliation.
Progress Is by Sacrifice.
Let us remember that the progress
of man and society In general is still
by the way of sacrifice. "There is no
gain without some loss." It contin
ues to be life for life and death which
makes for death. But the oblations
called for today are not of the coarse
and brutal kind of the ruder years.
The sacrifice we are called to make
is that of self denial, the relinquish
ing of ease and pleasure for the good
of others. No life can be pleasing to
God which Is self centered. Our ex
ample is found In him who preached
the sermon on the mount and who. In
the agony of the redemptive moment,
exclaimed, "Father, forgive them, for
they know not what they do." We
may find our temple of service in the
common walks of every day, where
we may impart hopefulness to dis
couraged creatures, give our best to
the general weal, eympathetio aid to
the needy. Infusing healthiness into
lives weak and sickly and sharing
the burdens of the feeble.
The quality of the sacrifice made by
the man of the old-time religions was
found In the life behind it. The
motive or aspiration gave significance
to the act. God found pleasure in the
service or prayer of the sincere soul.
There is something worse than ignor
ance or superstition. He who thought
ne could cheat God fooled himself
Men could not stand right before God
and be unjust to their neighbors.
Conscience had to do with the deal
ings of the market as well as the
acts of the sanctuary. He who gave
defective measure was defective In
character and he who gave short
weight came short In the presence of
God. Neither profligacy nor dishon
esty could find justification by pious
jugglery. Conduct has always taken
precedence of creed or ceremony. A
holy life is a wholesome life. When
the heart is right the character of
miration for contemporary fiction.
We like its elasticity even when we
cannot stretch with it," he says.
Carl Sandburg, the Chicago poet of
realism, has written an effective bit
of verse called "Fog," which appears
in his volume entitled "Smoke and
Steel"-:
The fog comes
On little cat feet,
It sits looking;
Over harbor and city,
On silent haunches,
And then moves on.
"If the weeds in the garden fail to
make us radiantly happy, it is not be
cause they ' are weeds, but because
they are the wrong weeds. I have no
fault to find with the foxgloves under
the apple tree or with the ivy-leaved
toad flax, but I protest against the
dandelions. A weed 1 a plant that
we hoe up or, rather, that we try to
hoe up. A flower or a vegetable Is a
plant that the hoe deliberately misses.
But, in spite of the hoe, the weeds
have it They survive and multiply
like a subject race." This little essay
on the agressiveness of weeds is one
in Robert Lynd's "The Pleasures of
Ignorance," a collection of light dis
cussions "New Year Prophecies"
"The Daredevil Barber," "On Seeing a
Joke," "Going to the Derby," and
other topics.
Disraeli's love of primroses is util
ized as a theme in "His Favorite
Flower, a Political Myth Explained,"
a play which represents the states
man as having fallen from power, an
old man who hopes to "come back."
He tells his doctor of a strange dream
he has had in which primroses are
everywhere to be seen." As the vic
tim of inebriety sees snakes, I saw
primroses," he remarks.
This gripping play based on the
great Beaconsf ield's last days is one
of a group by Laurence Housman,
"Angels and Ministers, Four Plays of
Victorian Shade and Character." It
will be remembered that In Disraeli's
honor the Primrose League was
formed to carry on the principles for
which he stood, and Primrose day in
London was observed.
The other plays in the collection
are "The Queen God Bless Her!", cen
tering about Queen Victoria, and
"The Comforter, a Political Finale,"
dealing with Gladstone in a domestic
scene in his own home. While he
plays backgammon with Lord Ren
del, Mrs. Gladstone sits knitting and
chatting with John Morley. History
Is given In the political discussion at
the backgammon table, and In a few
brief remarks exchanged by Mrs.
Gladstone and John Morley.
These plays are all one-act dramas.
Francis Brett Young's latest book,
"The Black Diamond," has for its
hero a young miner in one of Eng
land's coal and steel towns. His un
usual attraction for women leads him
into a variety of unhappy experi
ences. This accounts for the appel
lation, "A Don Juan of the Pits,"
given by a reviewer, who also states
that Mr. Young "does not write for
the squeamish," but he does lay bare
the mental and emotional activities
of a miner and laborer in a straight
forward, well-told story.
The Vagabond Players of Baltimore
have published a volume of plays
performed by them, including "Double
Miracle," "On Vengeance Height"
"Pan in Ambush," "Release," "Con
flict," and "The Importance of Being
a Roughneck." The collection is
called Vagabond; Plays. "On Ven
geance Height" is considered the best
play in the group, particularly in
characterization, while "Release" is
an -unusually good melodrama, and
the others adequate of their kind.
What better interpreter of the
British novelists of today than Hugh
Walpole, himself a successful Eng
lish novelist of the younger genera
tion? He is coming to America in
the fall to talk of writers in a series
of six lectures. His subjects are
Thomas Hardy, Joseph Conrad, The
Realists Bennett Wells, and Gals
worthy, Tha Younger Generation
Mackenzie, Beresford. Swinnerton,
Lawrence, May Sinclair, Kay-Smith,
Ethel Sedgwick, Rose Macauley, etc
e
The story goes that a learned au
dience was recently assembled at Ox
for University to hear a lecture by a
distinguished German professor on
Freud and the "new psychology."
That Professor Busch was the first
German to lecture at Oxford since
1914 made the occasion more note
worthy. Intellectuals living in and
about Oxford, including students,
dons and It is said two heads of
houses, listended with profound at
tention to the learned discourse on
the "new psychology."
(Later it developed that two under
graduate students had prepared the
whole affair as a hoax. The outdone
Intellectuals have fallen back to the
old defense that "we saw through it
all the time."
Christopher Morley has shown con
siderable versatility in the world of
letters humorous essays, poems,
travels, a, "colyum" and now a, one-
a man is harmonious with that of
God.
No one emphasized these thines
more than Jesus. He demands sin
cerity. Justice, purity, mercy, truth.
are among the fundamental qualities
of religion. Without them pious lan
guage is so much cant Religion is
flabby and nerveless without a soul.
Life alone can impart life. You may
go ths whole round of church ritual
and be furtheer from God in heart
than those we call heathen.
It is rather easy to niav th nart
of the pious. The place for histri-
onio art, however, is the theater and
not the church. Religion suffers from
the unreality of its devotee.. What
shall we think of him who meets you
on the Sunday with an Ingratiating
smiie ana then on the Monday tries
to put through a crooked deal by
telling you that "business is busi
ness?" The ways of some suggest
wily diplomats seeking access to
heaven by suavity and craft There
may be words of courtesy on the lips,
unction in the tone and humility in
the face but behind it all greed, lust,
bitterness and pride. Monetary con
tributions to churches, missions and
colleges will noi compensate for in
justice and trickery. That is a mod
ern way of buying Indulgence or an
attempt to heal sin, sin sickness by
external application. No modern In
vention can replace the primal ele
ments of religion.
The way of the Lord is the way of
holiness, entered by penitence and
faith. We must understand that re
ligion, first and last, Is goodness and
truth. Failure tc practice the virtues
we profess shows the spirit of re
ligion to be lacking. We need little
concern ourselves abaut technicalities
but the essentials must never be neg
lected. As one writes, "Justification
by faith loses all its meaning and all
its value unless it is fully admitted
that to be just is the great end and
aim of religion."
act play, Thursday Evening," a com
edy. Stuart Walker, well known as the
author of Portmanteau plays, also has
a new one-act play, which is a sequel
to his familiar "Six Who Pass While
the Lentels Boil." It is called "Sir
David Wears a Crown."
"Japan's Pacifio Policy," a work
soon to be published, is by K. K.
Kawakami, who came to America
from Japan over 20 years ago He
had already had five years' journal
istic experience in Japan and, after
several years at the State University
of Iowa, he took up journalism here,
writing for both American, and Jap
anese periodicals.
His comment on international land
grabbing is to the point he says: "I
think there is nothing the matter
with Japan in Siberia except that she
has appeared upon the scene of inter
national land-grabbing Just a little
too late. Nothing except that she
was sleeoiner a saintly cu .i .l.
, x, ' j wneji uie
rreat nations of Christendom were
iiavuwns tne moral code of the
dylne: rjatrlarch- "xr .
., J eei money
honestly, if y0u can, but get mon-
ner llth-hour entrance into the com
J17 vf , lnternational freebooters,
who, having divided among them
selves all the riches of the world, are
now putting-forth a Sunday front and
preaching morals to the belated Jap
anese. Brownsville Man Observes
His 71st Birthday.
Father Celebrated Like Event on
Same Homestead Farm.
T3ROWNSVILLE. Or.. Mav e
X ciaU William T. Cochran, who
was born on his fathorVa tm
here and spent most of his life in this
vicinity, celebrated his 71st birthday
at Albany, where he now resides. His
father. William Cochran, celebrated
his 71st birthday on the homestead
near BrownRviiiA so n.
" a&U. -Lilt)
Albany man's father was a pioneer of
passea away in his 88th
year.
A clipping preserved by a citizen
here desrrlhn fha n.i.t...t..
. .sicMiauga ol me
anniversary of hirtH nt wmi
- - 'i imam LUUll-
ran. In part it is as follows:
Testerday was truly a gaia day for
Brownavi a onH f. ,-. , . r
remembered by those who participated in
" " iat mrinaay or our
r.T... L, " ciuzen, William
--, .BtimuuiB may wno was
formerly Mrs. Lois B. Kerns of East Port-
' . 10 mats u not only a
happy day for him, but also one of Joy and
. ... LUO xeiauves ana irienas
in ana around Brownsville. And the re-
u.a tuuveu mat wua ner to will Is
Ah TWa mryA J - . . ... .
''. a,:. CQU 1L least mat
wa partaken of by Just 100 persons, and
.- - "icifl w&a liu no ena to
the good things that had been prepared.
On Ftt 11 vnnat J . . , ,
- ...w ...ua. rtaaub CIMJUea 0 IDS
whole affair was that "Uncle Billy," as
ucatsm n ku.u mm, sat at tne loot
of one of the tables, around which ranged
at the same time five children, 20 grand
children, and nine great-grandchildren, and
this did not Include all of his descendants.
a there are others of the grandchildren
In this valley who were not present, and
be has several children and grandchildren
who were not present. There also were
yiKOKui, luuuuius liiuiseii auu Air. iocnran.
80 persons whose average age was 1 . 2-3
;ct.o, iuo jvuuga, u, au using Of una
the oldest 82. Father 2. Hill, an old set
tler here and near neighbor, was the oldest
one present
Buster Keaton Coins Word.
Indianapolis Star.
Buster Keaton has coined a new
word.
It's "optlence."
And it means the people who go
to see a motion picture as opposed
to the audience which goes to hear
the artists of the speaking stage.
Auditor audience; optic optience;
get it?
"In "My Wife's Relations,'" says
Buster Keaton, "my optience will see
me get biffed In the optic."
Class Yell Forgotten.
Judge.
"Do you remember your class yell?"
"Naw. Life has provided me with a
much more emphatic one since then "
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